There is an exhibitionistic streak in me, methinks.i like airing my daily trials, petty grievances, and imagined hurts up on blogosphere.its like an outlet. Have taken out frustrations through words and have thus healed...i can now go around the world and function like a sane person.

But sometimes, you realize that you may have revealed too much..which is generally when i go om my ohGodoGodohGodohGod what was i thinking(?) trip or the thats-not-my-blog-i-do-not-know-it-exists trip or maybe-i-should-delete-my-blog trip.(God there seems to be a lot of them!) Of course after a point of time it ceases to matter. Have aired my private humiliations on the blog and have made it public...but thats quite alright.

The reason why i write this is because i went through the latter sometime ago. hence the complete non-blogging. But i am back now. And shall endeavour to blog more often(although not too often. exams around the corner)

For now though...

THE END OF THE STORY

Its over now. Their story that is. It just finished a few days ago. There might be an epilogue later. But not now. And if you liked the story and it touched you a little bit...Go ahead you are allowed a tiny sniffle, a little blotting of the corner of your eyes, a sheepish smile at your partner who smirks on seeing you do so.

Yes, its over for them now.Let them be. She wont be collecting compliments,or having secret conversations, or building stories in her head anymore. She will walk down the same city roads and wont have to try to not think of him anymore. the solitary cigarrete is comforting now, not lonely.

She is content. As she draws the cover tighter around her and watches the evening norwester lash at the sky...she knows she wishes him peace.